I'll tell you a Christmas secret. When I was 14, I had a dream that I would marry a person of defined features. She was dark, but not black; stern, but not mean; a woman, not a girl. My first infatuation did not fit the description, and neither did my 2nd and 3rd. Soon enough I accepted that it was just that, an immature dream, and disowned the concept of "a one true love."
Darren Hayes, my music artist of choice, said "love is elusive when you search for it." Fay came into my life in the least expected way. Every day I'm discovering more and more that she is as close to a soul mate as can possibly be.
I am now a realist in a real world, and every moment is a real moment that passes joyfully or painfully. Every minute, every hour, and every day is either a good one or a bad one--never irrelevant.
My dream has come true of a happy wife, happy kids, happy friends, and happy life in my own house independent of my parents. That dream, and another--a job that I can invest in, a potential career that I can build on--have made me a truly happy man. And yet, I am dissatisfied. Dreams come true bring disillusionment. Once obtained, they don't flood your mind with endless happiness and joy. Happiness is indeed a choice that one makes whether one has little or much. I'm still learning that every day.
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